Write What You Know. That Should Leave

Obvious Enough That Generalities Work To Protect The Mind From The Great Outdoors; Is It Possible That This Was In Fact Their First Purpose?

The Only Way Out Is The Way Through, Just As You Cannot Escape Death Except By Dying. Being Unable To Write, You Must Examine In Writing This Being Unable, Which Becomes For The Present -henceforth?- The Subject To Which You Are Condemned.

Language Is Remarkable, Except Under The Extreme Constraints Of Mathematics And Logic, It Never Can Talk Only About What It's Supposed To Talk About But Is Always Spreading Around.

It May Be Said That Poems Are In One Way Like Icebergs: Only About A Third Of Their Bulk Appears Above The Surface Of The Page.

I Am Not At All Clear What Free Verse Is Anymore. That's One Of The Things You Learn Not To Know.